“Oh, bite me!” I grunted. “I haven't lost any weight yet, you lick arse. Stop lookin' to get some extra points with your silly compliments.”
Alec grinned. “I'm not fishin' for points, I was just pointing out that you look great. Even if you lose a little bit of weight you will still look great. What does that tell you?” he asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. “That you're a chubby chaser?”
Alec laughed. “No, smartass. It means you look great as is. Nothing you do can improve how beautiful you are, Kitten. You're naturally stunning.”
I stared at Alec and snorted.
“I'm not having sex with you today.”
“You say that every day and guess what? We still have sex every day... twice yesterday if I recall, three times if you include last night.”
“I get it,” I growled. “I have a weakness for your cock. No need to rub it in me face.”
“There is always a need to rub my cock in your face.”
Alec said this with a straight face and serious tone. I just laughed and shook my head. “Go get the movin' van and I'll get a start on packin'.”
“It's a moving truck,” Alec casually said as he walked by me and slapped my arse.
I yelped as a stinging pain spread across my behind. “It's a van here, not a truck. Get it right or I'm kickin' you out of the country.”
Alec chuckled as he headed down the hallway to our bedroom where he got dressed. Not two minutes later he came back down the hallway fully clothed and grabbed the keys to his recently bought SUV. The bloody thing was huge, but it was what he wanted so I didn't open my mouth. It was his money after all—he could buy whatever he wanted for himself.
I drew a line on what he could buy me though and that frustrated the hell out of him.
“I'll be back in an hour,” he said and put on his coat.
I nodded my head as I opened the fridge door. “Drive safe.”
“I always do,” he said. “Love you.”
I smiled as I scanned the contents of the fridge. “I love you, too.”
With that said he was out the door and on his way to get Kane so they could get the moving van. I looked around my apartment and groaned out loud. I really wished I started packing during the week when Alec asked me to, but once I was in my writing cave, it was hard to drag me from it.
Alec knows that all too well.
I was going over edits for my first novel that I had been writing for the last year. I must have read the manuscript a million times, and each time I did re-writes. I changed something every single time I read it, whether it was a new sentence or a single word change and that freaked me out. I was worried in case I wouldn't be happy with the final product when I eventually self-published it so I kept putting it off.
I shook off the thoughts that have been worrying me lately and gazed out at my sitting room as I leaned against my kitchen counter. I swallowed down the sorrow that filled me. I have lived in this apartment since I was nineteen, and now I was going to be moving into a house so big my entire apartment could fit into the sitting room. Maybe not the whole sitting room, but definitely half of the downstairs.
Alec and I were moving to Upton... across the road from where his brothers and Branna lived. It was the exact same styled house, same layout, same number of bedrooms, same everything and it was facing the Slater/Murphy residence. It was too big for Alec, myself, and Storm, but Alec insisted when we had children the size would be perfect. It was a six-bedroom house, one was ours and that left five empty rooms. I don't know how many kids he planned on us having, but I wasn't a bloody oven. He couldn't just fill me up with his buns and set a cooking timer for nine months.
I groaned to myself and felt sick that I was having doubts. I didn’t doubt Alec, I was just doubting how fast we were moving with our relationship. I knew him all of two weeks before we said I love you and got engaged. It wasn't even a whirlwind, love at first sight kind of romance either. I actually couldn't stand Alec when I met him, but I warmed up to him when he came to the Bahamas as a favour to me. His experience as an ex-escort served me well in the Bahamas, but it was also the cause for the heartbreak I felt after escaping the Bahamas.
Alec's past 'clients' caught up with him, and revealed some very... sickening information. It turned out a previous lover of Alec's was my uncle Brandon's wife, Everly, my cousin Micah's stepmother. That's not all, as if that knowledge wasn't migraine inducing enough, I found out my uncle had a shady side to him, a dirty and illegal side to him. I loved my uncle Brandon, God knows I did, but ever since learning his true colours back in the Bahamas, and watching men die in Darkness by his orders, I felt somewhat disconnected from him.
I felt like everything I thought I knew about him was a lie, that my life was a lie. Being in a brand new, fast paced relationship with Alec took up my time and thoughts, but now, thirteen months later, we were out of the 'honeymoon' stage of our relationship and I wasn't as wrapped up in him anymore.
I loved him dearly, but he wasn't acting as my shield to reality anymore. Everything that happened to me, to us, over a year ago was starting to stomp its way back into my mind, and it was starting to bother me. I would have nightmares of vile things I witnessed in Darkness, the dreaded club my uncle owned, a place I was taken to against my will by an old boss turned enemy of Alec and his brothers.
I would also have flashbacks of Alec and two people doing things that churned my stomach and hurt my heart with one single thought. I forgave Alec for that... situation. I understood that he had no other choice, and that he had to do something so gut wrenching so it would break us and force me away from him. My uncle ordered Alec to engage in sexual intercourse with his wife, and his new employee, Dante—an escort.
My uncle wanted me to have zero connections to any of the Slater brothers, especially Alec. By this time though, I was having strong feelings for Alec and wouldn't allow anyone to tell me that I couldn't have him. My defiance pushed my uncle's hand. He forced Alec to end things with me by threatening to harm his brothers and their girlfriends if Alec didn't do what he was told to do. Simply breaking up with me wasn't enough though—no, my uncle wanted me to hate Alec and he succeeded. For days after I left the Bahamas I hated Alec. I hated him for tricking me into falling for him. I hated him for breaking my heart. I hated him for a lot of reasons, but I mainly hated him for making me miss him.